My mind confronts so many intangible truths that you sometimes seem
– or is it just hope on my part –
to be my only peg of reality.
Have you noticed whenever we finally believe
we know the reason for something which happens,
it often occurs that the real reasons are exactly the opposite
of what we supposed.
Everything walks a line
– as narrow as those upon this page –
between profound revelation and mindless absurdity.
As I look through my window,
the shadows cast through the trees on the next building,
take the shape of a French poodle carrying a parasol.
Is even Nature absurd?
Nature is nothing but reality,
only the intangible can be absurd.
As I’ve said too many times
(and why do I repeat myself yet again)
you spend too much effort
– and wasted effort, for how can it be other –
on futile quest and query.
The only truth to be found is in sour milk
or pleasant fornication
– these things are real, these things exist.
Absurdity is kittens playing
or the Prime Minister’s latest speech.
These things we look at with amusement
– we know not to expect much from either.
Quit you silly endeavours
and join the world which surrounds you,
not the one which your head surrounds.
All important answers can be found between someones legs.